Jingyang Shenjun took Duanmu Fanfan, Duanmu Yingying, Maoqiu and other people to play in Xiliang City for a few days, and happily returned to Huafu.

The Flower Mansion was empty and eerily quiet.

Duanmu Fusu is not in Huafu.

Yan Wan is not in Huafu either.

Even Wan'er is not in Huafu.

At first, the crowd didn't care.

They just thought that Duanmu Fusu might be like them, taking the two girls out shopping.

Until, Duanmu Yingying sneaked to Yan Wan's room to spy on her secrets.

She found a letter left by Yan Wan:

Jingyang, Lethe:

I want to go home for a while, and I can't think about it anymore, don't think about it.

The payer is Yan Wan.

The date of payment was the day they left Huafu.

Jingyang Shenjun held Yan Wan's handwritten letter, and naturally knew where Yan Wan's home was.

She must have returned to the Heavenly Realm.

If Yan Wan left Huafu on the day they left, she would have left Huafu.

So, where did Duanmu Fusu and Wan'er go?

Duanmu Fusu doesn't like Wan'er, everyone sees it.

It is unlikely that he will go out alone with Wan'er.

Jingyang Shenjun's heart was full of doubts.

However, where Duanmu Fusu goes and who he goes out with, this is his freedom, and Jingyang Shenjun naturally won't ask.

When everyone came back, they were very tired.

The guards, servants, cooks, etc., brought by Duanmu Fusu, saw that some of the people from Huafu had returned.

They came in the evening and waited for a sumptuous dinner.

This night, everyone went to bed early and had a good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, while they were still asleep, they were woken up by a loud noise outside Huafu.

One of Duanmu Fusu's guards, named Ye Xiao, ran into the hall and said loudly:

"Oh no, no, something happened to the eighth prince."

When Jingyang Shenjun heard the movement, he was the first to get up, rushed to the hall, and hurriedly asked:

"What's wrong? What happened? Don't rush, speak slowly. ”

Ye Xiao wiped the sweat and tears on his face, his face was pale, his whole body kept trembling, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Prince Jingyang, hurry up and go out with me to have a look, something happened to the eighth prince."

Jingyang Shenjun was shocked, and hurriedly followed Ye Xiao and ran to the courtyard, and was stunned when he saw it.

I saw two people on two stretchers, carrying two people with blurred flesh and blood.

A man was dressed in a brocade robe, and on his blood-stained hair, there was a jade and gold-inlaid jasper hairpin.

His face was covered in blood, both of his legs were broken, and he hung limply on a stretcher, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Although the man's face was covered with blood, his eyes were closed, and his face was pale and bloodless.

However, Jingyang Shenjun still recognized it at first sight, this person was Duanmu Fusu.

On the other stretcher, there was a woman with blurred flesh and blood.

The woman's condition was even worse, her body was almost soaked in blood and coagulated black.

Her body shattered into several pieces, revealing her fleshy viscera.

Her face was shattered, her limbs were broken, and she looked like she had been dead for a long time.

The clothes on this woman's body and the features on her face, Jingyang Shenjun recognized her as Wan'er brought back by Hua Weiyang.

Jingyang Shenjun was shocked, and couldn't believe his eyes.

He hurriedly rushed to Duanmu Fusu's side, shaking his hands, to check if he still had signs of life.

Duanmu Fusu was badly injured, his pulse was almost inaudible, and his breath was like a gossamer.

His internal organs were ruptured in multiple places, but fortunately his heart was not damaged and he still had an extremely weak heartbeat

Duanmu Fusu fell off a cliff and was seriously injured, but it was a miracle that he was able to hold out for so long.

Jingyang Shenjun was overjoyed.

He hurriedly sacrificed a few flavors of pills that he had brought from the Heavenly Realm.

didn't have time to think about it, he stuffed these few pills into Duanmu Fusu's mouth.

These pills are all ordinary healing pills in the Heavenly Realm.

However, these pills are life-saving pills for mortals. When it matters most, it can help save lives.

Jingyang Shenjun didn't know if Duanmu Fusu was so seriously injured that he could be saved.

Now he has no choice but to do his best.

Everything depends on the creation of Duanmu Fusu.

Jingyang Shenjun's eyes were stern, and he immediately ordered:

"Carry him to the hall at once, and I'll see if I can get him back."

Ye Xiao hurriedly ordered everyone to carefully carry Jingyang Shenjun to the hall and put it away.

Ye Xiao fought with his teeth, and said tremblingly:

"Prince Jingyang, a few woodcutters, at the foot of the back mountain, found the eighth prince and Wan'er."

"They carried people to the village, and someone recognized the eighth prince in the pool of blood, so they sent him and Wan'er's bodies to Huafu together."

Of course, the purpose of these villagers is not to save people, but to receive rewards.

Ye Xiao has already been rewarded by these people.

In case something happens to the eighth prince, the only fate for them, the guards, cooks and servants, is to be buried together.

Ye Xiao blamed himself deeply, he was supposed to serve Duanmu Fusu closely.

However, that day, Duanmu Fusu wanted to live a two-person world with Yan Wan, and sent all the servants and guards out.

Where would he have expected that the Eighth Prince would stay well in Huafu and still have an accident?

Ye Xiao couldn't figure out how the Eighth Prince had an accident.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of Wan'er.

He heard the eighth prince say that Wan'er is Duanmu Xingchen's personal girl.

Now, Wan'er and the Eighth Prince fell off the cliff together.

Could it be that Wan'er and the Ten Princes colluded to design and harm the Eighth Prince?

Ye Xiao regretted and hated in his heart, regretting that he should not have left the eighth prince's side.

He hates.

He hated Wan'er, a slut, and dared to take the opportunity to plot against the eighth prince.

Jingyang Shenjun's heart was in turmoil, and he fixed his mind beating wildly and panicked, and calmly commanded:

"Immediately boil a pot of hot water and bring it over for the Eighth Prince."

"Prepare the splint and strap, I want to renew the bones and heal the eighth prince."

At this time, Maoqiu, Duanmu Fanfan, and Duanmu Yingying all ran out sleepily when they heard the movement.

They stared at everything in front of them in amazement, unable to believe their eyes.

Duanmu Yingying looked at Duanmu Fusu who was dying, and couldn't believe her eyes.

She wanted to scream, but her throat felt like someone was choking, and she couldn't make a sound.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

She was numb and cold, her delicate body trembled, and then, as soon as her eyes were black, she fell backwards.

Hairball hurriedly supported her, desperately helping her pinch her back and smooth her back.

Duanmu Yingying woke up slowly, raised her eyes and looked at Duanmu Fusu, and with a snort, she cried out:

"Hanhan, brother Huang, my brother is dead?"

"He—He's dead? Woowoo woo ......"

"He must have been killed by Yan Wan's slut, she must have killed him, woo woo woo ......"

Maoqiu was also surprised, he hugged Duanmu Yingying in his arms, and comforted softly:

"Brother Fusu will definitely be fine, don't panic first, Brother Jingyang is saving her."

Duanmu Fanfan covered his mouth, tears rained down, and cried:

"How so?"

"How so?"

"How so?"

The things ordered by Jingyang Shenjun were quickly prepared.

He looked, and surrounded the room, and immediately commanded:

"Idle people go out, don't come in and disturb."

When they heard this, they all immediately withdrew and closed the gates.

Only Maoqiu, Duanmu Yingying, and Duanmu Fanfan, standing in the distance, silently watching.

Duanmu Yingying and Duanmu Fanfan cried so much that their eyes swollen into walnuts.

They looked at Duanmu Fusu, who seemed to have no signs of life in the pool of blood, with anxious and worried expressions.

Jingyang Shenjun couldn't care about speaking anymore at this time.

He immediately set up a protective barrier around him.

He first helped Duanmu Fusu and washed the blood on his body hastily.

Then, a splint was used to help him fix the broken leg.

In the end, Jingyang Shenjun used a needle and thread to help him sew up his wound finely.

After doing all this, Jingyang Shenjun sat cross-legged beside Duanmu Fusu and began to exert his mana to heal him with all his might.

A faint cyan gas came out of Jingyang Shenjun's body.

The cyan gas instantly filled the entire enchantment, making it seem that the enchantment was hazy and invisible.

Jingyang Shenjun first helped Duanmu Fusu treat his internal injuries and repair his damaged internal organs.

He raised all the immortal power in his body to the extreme.

The surging immortal power, with a trace of aura, slowly flowed into his blood and internal organs along the meridians of Duanmu Fusu.

These immortal powers with aura helped Duanmu Fusu, little by little, slowly repair his damaged internal organs and heart veins.

Duanmu Fusu's shattered internal organs, moistened by the immortal power rich in aura, slowly repaired little by little.

It's a long, tedious, and exhausting process.

Jingyang Shenjun was so tired that he turned his back on his horse, but he didn't dare to relax at all.

He was afraid that as soon as he relaxed, Duanmu Fusu would disappear even the faint signs of life.

Jingyang Shenjun's busy work is seven days and seven nights.

During this period, Maoqiu, Duanmu Yingying and Duanmu Rice, several people almost didn't close their eyes.

They all stood nervously and concernedly, except for a little bit of food.

This healing time lasted until the evening of the seventh day, when it slowly stopped.

Jingyang Shenjun was so exhausted that he almost fainted.

Physically and mentally exhausted, he terminated the healing process, removed the protective barrier, and stood up with a tired face.

As soon as he stood up, his eyes turned black, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell to the ground.

Duanmu Fanfan hurriedly rushed over, grabbed him, and asked anxiously:

"Brother Jingyang, are you okay?"

Duanmu Yingying, Maoqiu, and the guard Yexiao all rushed over.

Everyone looked at it nervously, lying quietly on the ground, Duanmu Fusu, whose face was still pale and showed no signs of awakening.

At this moment, although he was still unconscious, he could see that he was breathing steadily, and his face was already faintly bloody.

Duanmu Fusu is obviously out of danger of his life, and it is only a matter of time before he wakes up.

Duanmu Yingying took Duanmu Fusu's hand and asked crying:

"Brother Jingyang, my imperial brother, my imperial brother is ......"

Ye Xiao also had tears on his face, a nervous face, and stammered and asked:

"Prince Jingyang, the eighth prince is he, he is ......"

Jingyang Shenjun breathed a deep sigh of relief before saying:

"I've fixed everything that should be repaired, and I've done my best."

"As for whether and when he will wake up, it all depends on his own creation."

"After he was injured, it took two or three days to be found out."

"His vitality is already very tenacious."

"I think he'll get through it. Then comes the recovery period, and you should also wait with peace of mind and take good care of him. ”

Duanmu Yingying listened to it in her ears, and her heart was like a knife.

She wept so hard that she collapsed into the arms of the furball.

Maoqiu was also full of sadness, hugged her tightly, and comforted her gently.

With tears in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said:

"It must have been done by the Ten Princes."

"He has long wanted to kill the eighth prince and want to inherit the throne."

"Shark Wan'er, it's the undercover agent he sent."

"The Eighth Prince once reminded me to beware of Wan'er."

"However, I took precautions, but I never expected that he himself would fall into ......"

"If Wan'er hadn't died, I would have broken her body into pieces......"

Jingyang Shenjun sighed tiredly and said:

"Who is right and who is wrong, we don't have to discuss it for the time being."

"You first carry the eighth prince into the bedroom, take care of it every day, and don't break people."

"Hairball, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Also, the eighth prince was injured, Ye Xiao, you secretly report his father, as for the rest, don't reveal it yet."

Furball nodded hurriedly and said:

"You go and rest first, and leave the care to me."

Ye Xiao choked and said:

"And me, I'll take care of him personally."

"I don't worry about other guards and servants."

"I will tell the emperor in secret."

Jingyang Shenjun nodded tiredly and instructed Ye Xiao:

"You go and buy a few thousand-year-old ginsengs, boil a decoction every day, and feed him three times a day."

"Maybe three or five days, maybe three or five years, and he woke up."

"Perhaps, he will never wake up again......"

"I'll go get some rest first, and I'll talk about it when I wake up."

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